Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

In the next moment, his eyes froze suddenly, and he saw ten sword shadows falling from the sky like a torrent of sword energy in the sea of ​​stars, carrying the sword power to destroy everything.

"Buzz!"

The ten swords meandered, making an ear-splitting trembling sound.

What's even more frightening is that there are completely different rules of order surrounding the ten swords.

Thousands of visions fluctuated alternately at the place where the sword marks passed, and before everyone's eyes, there seemed to be a chaotic mist rising quietly.

And in the mist, one after another divine shadows could be vaguely seen standing upright.

The infinite sound of Dao resounded through thousands of miles, like a sacrifice to a fairy god, which made people feel frightened from the bottom of their hearts.

And after those ten swords, Ling Xiao took a step forward, his black clothes shaking.

The three thousand black hairs were crystal clear, and the eyes seemed to be filled with the purest divinity, like a sword fairy who had been banished from the nine heavens.

"This is…"

Qingyang's face became serious again.

He could feel that the grades of the ten ancient swords in front of him had all reached the realm of the holy realm.

Not to mention, these ten swords are the ultimate treasures in the world, and the spiritual power of the Yujian alone can be called vast and terrifying.

"As expected of the young master of the Ling Clan, such a sword posture is enough to look down on a generation."

But at this moment, Qingyang still didn't have much fear on his face.

With Ling Xiao's strength, it's not that he can't kill the holy realm, but at most he can kill false saints.

And he is the peerless arrogance who has truly survived the holy calamity and condensed the holy pattern.

With the inheritance of the Seven Great Temples and the Shadow Soul Hall, and his identity and background overwhelming the whole world, why should he, Qingyang, worry about a young master of the Ling clan?

"Buzz!"

Between heaven and earth, there was a sudden hum.

In Qingyang's hand, the ancient knife was held horizontally, and a surge of holy will suddenly emerged.

And the ancient knife in his hand directly shot out a hundred-foot spiritual light.

The radiant golden light pierced through the clouds and shattered the universe, like an ancient magic soldier who opened up the world.

even! !

Just one glance can make people's eyes sting and heart tremble.

People in the holy realm, their flesh and blood and spiritual power have receded from the mortal energy, and they have transformed into the holy will of the heaven and the earth.

Obviously, the coercion of this descendant of the Shadow Soul Palace is far stronger than that of the previous clan elders.

"boom!"

Qingyang slashed out, and the terrifying order fluctuations directly turned into matchless sharpness, colliding with those ten ancient swords brazenly.

Suddenly, the void collapsed, and the vast power swept all directions, and the entire Qingyao Mountain burst into countless cracks at this moment.

"Clang!"

The ten holy swords came into contact with the blade one by one, and faintly, the sword's momentum of cutting the sky gradually calmed down, and finally turned into spiritual splendor and sprinkled the sky.

"As expected of the successor of Shadow Soul Palace."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, and stood with his hands behind his back in the sky.

I saw the ten swords quietly entrenched above his head, bursting out with immortal sword intent.

With Qingyang's means, it may be difficult for ordinary contemporary people to compete with him.

The spiritual power contained in this simple slash is simply not something that a respectable person can compete with.

Moreover, judging by Qingyang's appearance, the power of the saber might not be his trump card.

"You try again with my sword."

Ling Xiao's eyes were clear, he raised one hand to the sky, and suddenly swung it down.

"Wushuang, Daoyuan."

I saw that the ten swords that had been stagnant once again erupted with brilliant divine brilliance.

Only this time, the power of the ten swords was connected to the sky, condensing into a hundred-foot sword shadow out of thin air.

Runes surged on it, engraving countless ancient and mysterious totems.

Thousands of sword intents surround the sword body, full of unspeakable fierceness.

The rays of the sun rose, and the sun and the moon collapsed.

If this sword is cut down, even the Dao of Time will be completely wiped out.

"This breath..."

At this time, the countenance of the countless experts in the Temple of Killing had already changed their expressions, and their eyes were horrified at the sword shadow that was about to cut down.

With their strength, they all felt a kind of shock from the bottom of their hearts.

Cut down the heavens, and cut down the gods.

It's hard to imagine that this unparalleled sword was swung by a respectable person.

"It seems that today, Young Master Ling Xiao intends to fight me to the death."

Qingyang's eyes were gloomy, but he still had some doubts in his heart.

Although the Taikoo Ling clan and the Jiezhu Palace have always been opposed, this opposition is only in the dark.

After all, with the heritage of the two forces, it is impossible to completely destroy each other.

Therefore, for the past 10 years, whether it was the Ling clan's seclusion or the fact that the Lord's Hall was not in the battle domain of the gods, it was actually a compromise.

At the very least, the two forces have reached a relatively stable situation on the surface.

But what Ling Xiao did today completely broke this balance.

Could it be that the Taikoo Ling Clan really moved the heart of Duotian?

Or is it that this clan believes that the appearance of Ling Xiao is the opportunity for the Primordial Ling clan to win the world?

"The fish died and the net broke?"

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, the cloud was calm, but in the next moment, a coldness flickered in his eyes, "You are worthy?"

"boom!!"

As soon as the words fell, Ling Xiao didn't hesitate at all. The moment the palm was printed, a golden light burst out from the hundred-foot sword shadow, as if a river of gods descended from the nine heavens, and countless ancient and mysterious gods emerged.

Thousands of miles in the void, Ling Xiao's figure remained firm, and the sword bones all over his body also bloomed with colorful Taoism.

Wisps of sunlight gradually shrouded his figure, like an ancient god who wanted to cleanse the world and punish evil.

"cut!!"

As he dropped the word, I saw the sword shadow smashed into pieces and fell from the sky.

At this moment, the entire Qingyao Mountain was completely silent.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that under the sword's edge, stars were shattered, and yin and yang were in chaos.

Even the supreme powerhouses have a vague illusion at this time that this sword...they can't take it.

How ridiculous! !

A man of dignity actually displayed a sword that made them all terrified?

"Ling Xiao!! You forced me to do this!!"

Qingyang raised his head, looking at the sword shadow falling through the void, suddenly there was a ray of soul light in his eyes.

Around his body, countless lines of spirits and souls manifested, like a supreme god realm, transforming itself into the universe and enveloping the heavens.

Shadow Soul Hall, as the name suggests.

The true inheritance of this power lies in the way of the soul. Once thought, the soul is immortal, and the body is a shadow.

only! !

Even if Qingyang is self-confident, with his realm, it is impossible for a respectable person to break through his soul realm.

However, at the moment when the sword glow fell, his face was still completely pale.

"Boom!!"

The golden light sword shines on the nine heavens, and cuts down horizontally.

The Wan Dao soul pattern on Qingyang's head dimmed almost instantly.

Then, endless divine splendor soared into the sky, covering everyone's sights.

And Qingyang's figure, after all, completely disappeared in front of everyone's eyes at the moment the sword shadow fell.

On the top of Qingyao Mountain, there was silence.

Everyone looked at the young man standing in the void with an indifferent expression, and there was nothing but awe in their eyes.

This troubled world is so charming.

Chapter 1376, Zhenyuan Soul Realm

"It's too scary... The sword posture of the young master of the Ling clan is probably comparable to the sword master Long Yuan and others."

"I didn't expect such a monster to appear in the Ling clan. It seems that this time, Qingcang is about to change."

In front of the Temple of Killing, there was an uproar.

At this time, all the strong people no longer care as much about what happened between Xia Chen and Qingyang 300 years ago as before.

Because, in this immortal journey, the winner is king.

Only those who survived are qualified to judge the present and the past.

When Xia Chen passed away, Qingyang took the opportunity to take over and took control of the Temple of Killing.

But now, as long as Ling Xiao can kill Qingyang head-on, the position of the Lord of the Killing God Hall may change hands again.

"Om!!"

only! !

Just as everyone was pondering in their hearts, a loud buzzing sound suddenly came from the depths of the golden glow.

Immediately afterwards, a hurricane of spirit and soul swept away, blowing away all the golden splendor in the sky.

Then, everyone was stunned to see that on the square, nine figures stood side by side, and they were actually nine Qingyangs with exactly the same aura state.

"Push!"

And the one who was slashed by Ling Xiao's sword shattered directly from it, turning into a soul power and dissipating away.

But even so, the remaining eight figures still stood in front of the hall, their eyes full of coldness.

At this time, everyone could see that soul patterns condensed on the top of the eight people's heads, connecting them into a circle, covering a radius of hundreds of feet.

The god pattern on it manifests, revealing the breath of immortality.

"This is…"

"The inheritance classic of the Shadow Soul Palace, Zhenyuan Soul Realm."

Chi Luo's bright eyes trembled, and a ray of fear quietly flashed in the depths of his eyes.

At the beginning, she, Xia Chen, and Qingyang were all at the peak of the god emperor, and when it comes to combat power, Xia Chen, who has received the inheritance of killing the emperor, is undoubtedly more prosperous.

But even so, Qingyang still used this supreme scripture, which consumed Xia Chen to death.

Even if the latter sacrificed the ghost clan's sacred object, the soul-thirsty ghost beads, it still failed to turn the tide of the battle, and finally ended up in ruins.

"Zhenyuan Soul Realm?"

The corners of Ling Xiao's eyebrows were raised slightly, but there was no wave on his face.

When he fought against Qin Wupo in the Great Qin Dynasty, he was also trapped in the soul world by the latter.

Obviously, whether it is Qin Wupo's Wuzhi Ghost Realm, or the Zhenyuan Soul Realm in Qingyang in front of him, the power and influence should be in the world in the realm.